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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that me!
I raise kids, whips, piss an mc
Love money I love my moms
my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my
Rico, de la, inject you with the
of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better and try to analyze this
over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez
Smugglin these from s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

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you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls fright
What you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the soul
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the cake
Chop it up the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we beat you like you stole somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they
They flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the i'ma say e-swift did it

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And been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can shut niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs like these is why this album goin

This is for the dj, bring it back one
I drop bombs like when my moms me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the

Aiyyo we theme status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, done tripped the wire
they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, to floss
Nailed to the cross time to return
My only is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha liks to get that
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you with a face like the phantom of the opera?

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Ah what you know about my (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

You got the right to shut the fuck up!